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Give a f*ck about a b*tch, couple months then I switch
Never change up my sh*t, I can never be a snitch
Got the thang up on my hip, I got hollows in the clip
I need a brick, f*ck a b*tch, lick my di*k then hit a lick
223, banana clip, in the back of the whip
Posted right outside yo crib like we invited to the b*tch
I ain't knocking, I'ma kick, hope you don't live with yo kids
Yo baby mama in the sh*t like "who the f*ck you think you is?"

Lil b*tch, lil b*tch, I ain't playing any games
Lil b*tch, lil b*tch, all my shooters got aim
Lil b*tch, lil b*tch, 137 on my face
Lil b*tch, lil b*tch, I ain't scared to catch a case

Frenchy got the semi on 'em ready, in the cut like Freddy
Krueger, all my shooters keeping Rugers, clip look like ruler
Uber everywhere, naw, f*ck that, I'm on the (?)
Keep it low, keep on making moves but you ain't seeing us

Get neck, get a check, flex like P90X
Bench press, doing rap, I can never f*cking stress
I want this money, f*ck the rest, I ain't got no time to rest
I got right when you left, I don't want you (?)